“Dressed to Kill (Them)” - poly!marauders
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You’d promised yourself this was just going to be a quick change in front of the mirror. Try on the new dress you’d picked up in Hogsmeade, maybe laugh at how different it made you look, then shove it back into the bag before anyone noticed. But of course, nothing was ever that simple with the boys.
Sirius was the first to catch you. “Merlin’s sake, love,” he drawled from the doorframe, lips curling into that smug grin, “planning to kill us all before dinner?” His eyes raked shamelessly over you, lingering far too long on the curve of your hips.
Before you could tell him to sod off, James bounded in behind him, hair messy from practice, face lighting up when he saw you. “Bloody hell, you look—” His voice cracked a little, and his ears went pink. “—you look amazing, sweetheart.”
And then, inevitably, Remus. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you squirm under the combined attention. His mouth tugged into a slow, wicked smile. “I don’t think she bought that for a trip to Hogsmeade,” he murmured. “Not with how short it is.”
Your face went red instantly. “I did, actually. This is just… casual.”
You tried to cross your arms, but that only made the neckline dip further. Sirius wolf-whistled, James muttered something about needing oxygen, and Remus—ever the worst—stepped forward, tilting his head as if he were studying a particularly delicate piece of art. His fingers brushed the hem of the skirt, not quite lifting it, but close enough to make you squeak. “Mm. The color’s perfect,” he said, voice low. “But I think it would look even better on the floor.”
James groaned, half laughing, half exasperated. “Moony, you can’t just say things like that—”
“Why not?” Sirius grinned wolfishly, draping an arm around your shoulders. “She’s ours, isn’t she? And if she wants to walk around in something that short, I say let her. Just means everyone else gets jealous, and we get to bring her home.”
You swatted his chest, but the heat in your face gave you away. Remus’s smirk only deepened, and James, bless him, tried to be the responsible one—except his hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to touch you.
Finally, you huffed, “I’m not showing you any more outfits. You’re all insufferable.”
Sirius pressed a dramatic hand over his heart. “Insufferably in love, maybe.”
Remus’s eyes flicked down again, deliberate, and his voice dropped low enough to make you shiver. “And insufferably tempted.”
James buried his face in your shoulder with a muffled laugh, muttering, “Merlin help me, you’re going to be the death of us.”
